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sat on the cot, aware oŁ that faint, sweetish' stench, and
listened while Doctor MacDonald moved slowly back and
forth in the cell talking. The man who had come into the
courtroom, that cousin of Wilkins, had come to tell Wilkins
that the soldiers had rounded up just that afternoon six men,
and every one of them had been in the band Turpin belonged
to. That was what had started Wilkins to stalling, Doctor
MacDonald said. "They got Turpin to turn all of them in.
This place'll be running over by night. They just brought
another fellow in before you came. He was in Turpin's band,
too, I reckon."

"It's easy," Mr. Munn said. "They made a deal with
Turpin. When they gave him bail we could have guessed,
They've got that arson indictment on Turpin, and they're
making a deal."

"If you want to see what makes it stink in here worse'n
usual," Doctor MacDonald observed, " you can go look down
at the far end. They just put Turpin in." He stopped mov-
ing about, and reached out to grasp strongly one of the bars
of the door. " But you can bet they put him in one by him-
self. They want to keep him all in one piece."

Mr. Munn rose abruptly, and put out his hand. " I've got
to go," he said. "I just wanted to find out how bad it
was."

"Morbid, huh?" Doctor MacDonald remarked, and
grinned.

Mr. Munn went back to his office. He sat there, without
making a motion, at his desk, and stared out at the leafing
trees. He thought, those trees changed in the spring and you
didn't notice it, really, until the change was complete; and in
the fall, when the leaves dropped away, day after day, until,
all at once, you saw the final bareness. He saw the shotgun
in the corner, and the rifle. He thought of the deer hunt,
down near Reelfoot, and the men around the stove, in the
cabin, at night. And of that last afternoon hunting birds
with Mr, Christian. He stayed in his office, and the light
faded over the roofs across the square. He hated to go to the